This forest seems almost desolate. Some trees have been knocked down, though it was a long time ago and other trees that were sprouting back then have grown strong already. Nobody is sure how old the forest dates back, nobody knows how old nature itself can be called. What they do know, is that this forest is claimed by a group of wolves that wouldn’t give it up without a fight. The Enchanters have always lived in this forest, the forest and the clearings that come with it. A creek runs through the southern end of the pack’s land, leading them to the Endless Waters. But the pack’s border has long since cut back from the water. Occupying a little less than half of what it used to, the Enchanters decided to base their pack around this forest and its comforts.